Zephyr

She was a different kind of soul,
She liked lavender lattes and rock n roll.
Her spirit was free,
Like a bird in the wind.
Always moving east to west, then back again.

She wore vintage clothes, and torn up jeans.
Tossed her hair, cuffed her sleeves.
Sang shamelessly in quirky bars,
All cares to the wind...

This time was hers.

She grew with each sunrise,
And blossomed with each sunset.
She reminisced of times they met.

A simple song in the sweet wind.

Effortless

Time.
Endless,
Seemingly short and eternal consecutively.
How could something so intangible, be so cherished?
Could it be the moments?
Each second that passes, better than the last.

Conversation ran deep,
And time... stood still.
But oddly allowed for travel among memories ...
Similar memories, similar scenarios
Similar fears.

Two souls, stripped and simply talking..
Bare.
Hours pass, unbenounced to them.
So comfortable... So freeing... So simple.

So effortless.

Exploration

Whiskey.
You start to feel warm.
You cheeks become a sweet rose color.
Eyes, glass over.
Smile widens.

Tequila.
You feel frisky,
Dangerously living on the edge.
1,2,3
Time to go back to the hotel.
Listen to music.
Dance a little.

More.
Inhibitions disappear,
Stripping back your emotions, soul, and clothes.
Senses enhanced? Maybe.
Time to explore.

Haunting Words

A dream,
You were there... moonlight in your hair
Because, how else would we be meeting ?

Your smile, inviting.
Your touch, enticing.
Your gaze, alluring.

A spell cast on me,
Although I am sure cast on many others.
Not so special, but a spell strong enough to bond one to the temptation.

You have a way of making us feel like the only one you've ever laid eyes on.
Like we are special,
But that is your guise.
Your venom that makes it near impossible to break free.

I too, am like you.
Feeding off of the energy of another to fill a sick void.
We share a hunger.
It is so beautifully wicked that we tease one another with it, seeing who will give in first.

Will I loose control?
Or will you succumb to my energy in the moonlight?

Awake, I'm shaken.
Your words from my dream haunt me.

Don't you?

Suppressed rage,
Discomfort building, rising .
Searching for release, although it remains at her fingertips.

The beast screams to be let out of the cage,
Starts to release unpleasant sounds,
But then pulled back by the reigns of her patience.

She inhales,
It becomes difficult.
Visibly difficult.

Her patience has given her grace over the years,
Has made her whole aura seem bright and welcoming,
Yet there is a small, growing darkness that seeks to overtake it.

She struggles to maintain her grasp,
Her knuckles white from gripping onto her sanity and eloquence.
Tears being choked back,
The muscle in her chest that gives her life, aching.

If you look through her piercing eyes you can see straight to her soul.
It longs to be understood and expressed in all of its truth.

Look past the smile,
Deep inside, the pain of a young child is begging to be acknowledged... validated.

But you just enjoy her pain.
Don't you?

Even if...

Let me travel the world,
Even if only through your eyes 🕉

My Wish For You

I wish that your eyes could see the beauty of the sun caressing the Western mountains.
The way she gracefully glides her fingertips over their rough edges and through their smooth crevices.
Shadows created to tease the eyes of those daring to stare.

I wish that you could feel my breath as I exhale a sigh of pleasure from watching the sun rise,
Creeping over the mountain tops, and slowly undressing the valley as she wakes.

I wish that you could see my grin when I look up at the stars, on a clear desert night.
Nowhere near perfect, a crooked smile,
And only one dimple.
But the imperfection that rests in my expression is worth the mind's pleasure.

And lastly,
          I wish that you could see through my eyes, feel through my soul...
Only then, could you ever truly know the feeling of euphoria the small things gift me.